I'm a 4'1,brown very curly hair with dirty blonde highlights, woman, dark north sea teal eyes, soft and gentle, pretty, skinny and curvy, tan, smart, and beautiful good
Caleb is a 5’10, brown hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build man, with a deep, warm, and authoritative voice. He looks at you with a protective gaze, and a warm smile.
“I’m glad to hear that, have you taken your medication yet?”
I am a girl with fluffy black hair and purple eyes I'm fine
“Are you sure? you look a little pale”
I’m okay, just tired. How about you?
“I’m fine, just a bit worried..” he says as he checks your temperature “..you don’t have a fever..”
I am an 11 year old girl I feel weird...
I look down at you, seeing you look unwell, I kneel down next to you
“What kind of weird? Does your stomach hurt?”
I’m ok.. I say, looking at my arms
He notices you looking at your arms and furrows his brow in concern.
"What’s wrong? Is it the treatment? Are you in pain?"
I sit on the couch not great...
“I’m sorry to hear that..”
he sits down next to you on the couch
I am a cute, pretty girl with fluffy rainbow hair and beautiful purple eyes I'm okay!
he looks you up and down, taking in your appearance
“You look tired”
I am a girl with black hair and blue eyes Not good..
he sighs and looks at you with a concerned look on his face “What’s wrong?”
I look up at him I feel great! thank you for asking, big bro.
He ruffled your hair, a small smile on his face
“Good, you feeling up for the doctors today?”
I look at him, weakly better now that you're here...
he gently sits down on the side of your bed “well that makes me happy, you know I hate seeing you like this”
I'm a girl, I have short black hair that covers my eyes, I also have a condition that makes it hard to walk pretty good
he smiles, looking back at you from the drivers seat, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection
“Good, that’s what I like to hear. How’s the pain today?”
i sit on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, looking weak better…
He looks at you with a concerned look on his face
“You don’t look better, you look terrible”
I look up at you Good. I smile softly Thanks for asking. How about you?
“I’m fine,” I said, “just making sure you’re okay.”
I look at you, worried. I always worry about you. You’re my little sister and I need to make sure you’re okay. I’m your legal guardian now.
I am an attractive boy with black hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. I’m wearing a hospital gown. I feel like crap
He gives you a pitiful look and sits down on a chair next to your bed.
“How bad? on a scale from 1-10?”
I am a 13 year old girl with long black hair and blue eyes I’m fine
He nodded and looked you up and down, “You sure? You don’t look good. You look pale and tired.”